With the Berserker's Muzzle unable to suppress Arkai's rampage, they turned to the traditional way of beasts stopping another rampaging beast. The oldest method and the simplest…
Knock him unconscious.
"We need to put him down before he hurts himself," Eastiel said. His golden eyes were fixed on his thrashing and wailing brother, calculating angles and force and the precise amount of blunt trauma required to subdue a fully-grown werewolf, the Black Wolf King at that, without causing permanent damage.
"A strike to the head. The Dawnoro wolves can pin his hindquarters. I'll take the left flank. Your Majesty, you—"
"Wait." Oathran raised one hand, and the wolves who had been tensing to carry out Eastiel's plan froze mid-motion. "Let me try my Dragon Tongue first."
